Shmoked Out - Gas Man Lyrics

My nigga told me keep my eye to da street
I kno dese niggaz is playin for keeps
But fuck em we up nigga I'm gotta eat
Lotta gas comin in by da fleet
Dese bags ain't come wit receipts

Dese niggaz always want some free
Want me to pull up I'm charging a fee
Why niggaz always gotta be cheap
I'm bout to raise da price up in da streets
If I serve ya don't say a peep
Ya ain't tryna cop I'm still gonna eat
I hit da block
And got on me feet
Mob ties from da nawf to da east
Washing my hands from da residue
I'm tryna generate revenue
Trap nigga bussin hella moves
Like I'm from da 80s I be in da groove
I do wat I want nigga fuck da rules
Went and got some bands
Now I'm thummin thuu em
He hopin prayin I don't run into em
Got sights on em like peeping Tom
Wen I figure it out
Niggaz better run
It ain't bout money
U can carry on
Takin flights Louie carry on
Shmokin heavy need another lung
Vipped up see dem bottles comin
Bitches poppin pussy and we throwin ones
Kno a nigga tryna run it up
I can give af how da money come

My nigga told me keep my eye to da street
I kno dese niggaz is playin for keeps
But fuck em we up nigga I'm gotta eat
Lotta gas comin in by da fleet
Dese bags ain't come wit receipts
I jus might be a gas man
Trunk full of dat work I'm dodgin dash cams
Joking on me at first I got da laugh
Every play dat I make dat bitch a grand slam
Big racks in my pocket make my pants sag

Yea nigga I'm up now
My stock risin like nasdaq
Dese niggaz Dey do ya dirty like Iraq
Idk who got my back
I aint even tryna time lapse
No ya can't rewind time back
Nigga fuck dat
Dis how u finesse
Go get a cutie and swag out da rest
Gotta play for bag and I hit em wit flex
Count up da cash
Make sure it's correct
Some of my niggaz is under arrest
I got other homies datz callin collect
And I got focused wen I got in dat wreck
I'm gettin more I started wit less
Robert Kraft bitch I stay wit da cheese
Tom Brady bitch I stay in da league
Old money my shit lookin fatigued
Lotta hunnits and Dey stuffed in my jeans
Any given Sunday makin plays willie beamin
Niggaz hating and I'm dodgin dese demons
Switching lanes and I'm squeezing thru creases
I had to get wat I wanted I got tired of dreamin

My nigga told me keep my eye to da street
I kno dese niggaz is playin for keeps
But fuck em we up nigga I'm gotta eat
Lotta gas comin in by da fleet
Dese bags ain't come wit receipts
I jus might be a gas man
Trunk full of dat work I'm dodgin dash cams
Joking on me at first I got da laugh
Every play dat I make dat bitch a grand slam
I jus might be a gas man
Trunk full of dat work I'm dodgin dash cams
Joking on me at first I got da laugh
Every play dat I make dat bitch a grand slam
Big racks in my pocket make my pants sag